One confused wicked girl.

When I woke up, Mandy was no longer next to me. A bit confused, I gathered some clothes and got dressed. As I got my pants on, I heard her voice coming from the next room, prompting me to take a peek. She was wearing one of my t-shirts and a pair of boxers. Probably couldn't find her panties. ...come to think of it, I wasn't sure what I did with them. Her hair was a mess, the "batwing" look lopsided and strange.

I waited outside the room, listening in. "...totally out of control," she muttered, shaking her head. "Never happened before in my life. I'm supposed to be in charge. Me. Yet one hot guy shows up and I melt like butter...I let him fuck my ASS! I've never let a guy so much as LOOK at my ass before..."

Seems her actions last night had her in a state of confusion. Not that it was a surprise. Again, it was what I wanted. I wasn't out for some sweet girl. I wanted a bad girl who just couldn't get enough of me. One who would do anything to keep me around. Or, as the case may be, get me to keep her around.

Time for more fun. "It's a very nice ass," I interrupted with a smirk. Mandy sprang from the chair, almost tripping over her feet. "John! Wha...how long were you listening?" she asked in a sort of flustered anger. Her face was in an angry scowl, but her cheeks were bright pink. It was adorable.

Pretending to think, I rubbed my chin. "I think it was somewhere around you saying I was a hot guy," I mused, causing her cheeks to grow brighter still. Taking a deep breath, she crossed her arms. "John, we need to talk about last night, it was..." "Amazing? Yeah, I know," I interrupted. "How about we get something to eat, hmm?" I thought about making her cook, but I wasn't sure if she even knew how. Dare I take the chance...?